Painting of the Nine Immortals

At the top of the soul raising mountain, Ling Xian took out a large palm-shaped strange stone and laughed: "This stone contains a drop of blood of the ancestor of the undead cat. If it is refined, it will transform into a demon."

"It does."

Emperor Heizan nodded his head, and turned his eyes to the undead cat, and said, "You little blessed."

"Meow ..." The immortal cat smiled heartlessly and kept lingering on Lingxian's cheek.

"Okay, I'm taking out your ancestor's blood now, and you're trying to refine it." Ling Xian smiled slightly and ran her fingers across the odd stone.

Suddenly, a drop of crimson blood emerged from the world.

In the bright light of Cancan, the undead cat condenses, conceals the sky, swallows the mountains and rivers.

Such worldly mighty powers are really ridiculous to the heavens, and they are no less inferior to Zulong!

This stunned the undead cat, revived the power of the blood, and resonated with the ghost of the undead cat's ancestor, shaking the entire nine immortals.

Then, the red blood cut through the sky and fell into the brows of the undead cat.

The immense amount of divine light rushes into the sky, the shocking power sweeps the world, the undead cat is suspended in midair, the treasure is solemn, and sacred and immortal.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled, Jimo Ruxue also showed a little smile.

Because the red blood actively fused with the undead cat, not only eliminating the effort of refining, but also avoiding the risk of refining.

"At most half a year, it will wake up. By then, it will be a demon." Ling Xian chuckled. If the undead cat was not baptized by the water of the demon river, it would be impossible to refine the blood of ten ancestors. Transformation into a demon.

In the case of the baptism of the demon river water, only one drop of the blood of the ancestor can be transformed into a sky demon.

"The Sky Demon is one of the five most powerful races. Its combat power is absolutely the same. In the future, it will be a great help for you."

"I don't ask it to help me. I just want it to be safe and happy all its life."

Ling Xian smiled gently, then took out the **** stone, and said, "Please see the emperor."

"Abominable breath ..." Jimo Ruxue frowned slightly, and said, "Is it the blood of the blood ancestor?"

"Yes, I don't know what to do."

Ling Xian converged to smile. The blood ancestor was too terrible. If he refined, he would be reduced to a monster that only knows to kill, and may even be robbed.

"If you want to purify the blood, then purify the blood first. If you can't purify it, don't cut the strange stone."

The Emperor Pingran spoke faintly, saying, "People of the blood race are too weird. If you cut them, you may endanger your life."

"How to purify?" Ling Xianxing's eyes were slightly bright, and the blood of Shengzu was a good thing. If he could purify, how could he break through into the middle of the Holy Land.

"Special treasure, special person." Jimo Ruxue said lightly.

"Emperor, you are too general, can you be more detailed?" Ling Xian frowned slightly, wondering what the special treasure was and what the special person was.

"Buddhist exercises can purify this blood, but it must be a monk."

"I see." Ling Xian chuckled, adding another goal.

The blood of the ancestor is of great use to him. If it can be purified, his cultivation will be further improved.

At the moment, Ling Xian arched her hand toward Jimo Ruxue and said, "The undead cat will be handed over to the Emperor."

After speaking, his body faded and he left Jiuxiantu.

After that, his brow frowned.

Because of this, he felt two familiar breaths and was walking towards this place.

One is Miss Ming Family Three, and the other is Ming Luo.

"It seems that my words do not work."

Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that he asked the white-haired old man to talk to Miss Mingjia San, who was obviously ignored by this woman. Otherwise, Ming Luo would not be brought.

"Unfortunately, the wrong person was found." Ling Xian laughed, Ming Luo was defeated by his men, how did he teach him?

Just as he laughed, the door separated toward the sides, and a man and a woman walked in slowly.

It was Ming Luo and Miss Ming Jiasan.

At the first sight of Ling Xian, Ming Luo paused, there was anger and fear.

Miss Mingjia smiled and said, "Guess what I'm doing?"

"Troubleshoot me." Lingxian Waner, thinking of the helper Miss Mingjia San found, was the defeat of his men, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Accurately, it is to send you on the road." Miss Mingjia three smiled jokingly and said, "This is my cousin, the strongest Ming family."

"I know." Ling Xian laughed so much that Ming Luo couldn't stop him from doing anything. How could he send him on the road?

"Know if you don't kneel down for mercy?"

Miss Mingjia San was proud and said, "If you kneel down and give me three beeps, I might save you a life."

"This sentence, I will give it back to you intact." Ling Xian's big sleeves fluttered, and endless patterns emerged, sealing the place.

"You really don't see the coffin or cry."

Miss Mingjia sneered, then turned her eyes to Mingluo and said, "Cousin, I want to live."

Hearing that, Ming Luo returned from stagnation and smiled brightly: "You want to live?"

"Yes, I have to torture him until he kneels down to beg for mercy!" Miss Ming's third face was proud, as if she had already seen the picture of Ling Xian kneeling down.

"Okay, wait for me to kill you first!" Ming Luo converged to a smile, slap out, slap in the face of Miss Ming Jia San fiercely.

Suddenly, Miss Ming Jiasan was pumped away, her teeth mixed with blood, and half of her face was broken.

And this is just the beginning.

Ming Luo fell with one palm. Although she did not use all her strength, she also caused the third lady of the Ming family to cough up blood and break a few bones.

"Are you crazy ?!" Miss Three of the Ming Family shed her hair, never dreaming that Ming Luo would shoot himself, and he was so heavy.

"The mad man is you! Do you know who he is? If it wasn't for the uncle's face, I would kill you directly!" Ming Luo was angry, and he felt a little distressed.

After all, he is a cousin. He has a good relationship on weekdays. Can he not feel bad?

But he couldn't help it.

Ling Xian is too powerful, he is not an opponent at all. If Ling Xian's anger is not quelled, he and Miss Mingjia will have to die.

"Isn't he a monk in the ninth realm? You actually hit me because of him!" Miss Ming Jia's face twisted, both because of anger and because of pain.

Ming Luo didn't start lightly and interrupted her several bones, which was naturally a painful cold sweat.

"I'm saving you!"

Ming Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you want to know who I was hit to half disabled? That's him, do you understand now?"

Hearing that Miss Three of the Ming Family stayed, and finally understood why Ming Luo gave him such a heavy hand, and also understood why Ling Xian shook her head and smiled.

In the absence of supreme circumstances, Ling Xian would like to kill them both easily!

At this moment, Miss Mingjia thinks she is a joke, a big joke.

"I actually found his men and defeated him in the future ..." Ms. Mingjia smiled with a smirk, and disappeared with pride, replaced by panic.

Ming Luo was also afraid.

Without the Supreme, and Ling Xian sealed the place with the formation method, he had only two ways to go.

One is death, and twenty is soft.

At the moment, he turned his eyes to Ling Xian, forced a smile, and said, "She doesn't make sense, please have a lot of adults, don't share your general knowledge."